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What is done is never really done. Death is an interruption of love that has no place to lite, of conversations interrupted, and of a longing that is..
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Beneath ancient boughs, beyond the eyesof ordinary men sits a tower on the edge of the Earth itself,a spiritual way station of great significance.It i..
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Strung words contain the meandering of liveslived and loston straight paths and crooked trails.Somedays its cursive current flows from a wellspringof ..
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Coal dust dreams snow downhillwhile canaries take clean breaths.Politicians play on people's fearsand scare the rational to death.Greed and hate are a..
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The walls appeared suddenly,their bricks made of words,their mortar of silence.The isolation imposed a misted hushthat enveloped her completely.She wo..
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She stood against a backdrop of flaming red petals,her memories shut tight inside a heart shaped boxfilled with a time she could almost touch but neve..
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Stardust is sprinkled in my hair,I have always been an old soulbut have never lost the lusterthat the universe has bestowed on me.The sun competed wit..
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She was a poison apple of a woman,black star eyes and crimson lips.Her beauty a facade, a viper's nest of want.So much waste was left in her wake.A li..
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Swathed in endless darkness, adorned in the pitch of it-a silken spiderweb of solitude am I.The castle on the hillis cold and forbidding,it's desolati..
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Night has fallen in silken silencewhile the clouds blanket the sky.There is a preternatural stillnessthat makes me hold my breathand right before I ex..
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